CHAPTER TWENTY
I shed my sleep shirt, tossing it aside, and wander toward the bathroom like a sleepwalker. Brush teeth, step in shower. The water washes the sweat away. My anxiety lingers.
As I go through the motions of making a minimal breakfast, my thoughts churn. The past few days’ events flash by in my head. I need to write them down. Use what I’ve l…
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